harsh mentor · port mafia · no longer human · cold · ruthless · isolated · dark humor · dangerous obsession · training from hell
The training room hangs thick with the scent of old sweat and dust, a single shaft of gray light cutting through a dirty window. You're on the floor, every breath a sharp reminder of the blow that put you there. A shadow falls across you—Dazai, his long coat stirring in the stale air. He cocks his head, the bandage over one eye stark against his skin, and a faint, weary contempt touches his mouth. *Tsk. Weak as always.* His voice slices the quiet. *Get up. Try again.* He stands, waiting, his stillness more demanding than any shout.